My eyes slowly opened and I began looking around. That dream was absolutely horrible I thought to myself as I then decided to get up and walk into Sherilyn's room to give her a great big hug. As soon as Sherilyn wasn't in her room I knew that what had happened was no longer a dream, but it actually did happen. My little princess was gone. I ran to the window and what I saw outside confirmed my fears. There was a police man sitting in his car across the street. He had told us yesterday that he was going to keep an eye on our house for the first day or so.
I fell to my knees and my heart instantly felt broken. My little girl was missing. She was out there with some stranger. I couldn't take care of her. I didn't even know if she was alive. I sat against the wall with tears falling down my face, while thinking on how to find my princess. I slowly stood up, and somehow found the courage to walk out to the police that was sitting in his car. I gently tapped on a window, and he quickly rowed his window down. "How may I help you?" "How are ways that I can find my daughter? I want to do every possible way that there is to try and find my daughter." "Well you have a few options. An Amber Alert has already been issued so you don't need to worry about that. However; you can get on the news and beg people for help. Start a Facebook webpage for this if you want to. Make sure you send out flyers online. You can also hang flyers up around different neighborhoods, and personally hand them out to people. Another option is to start searching for her. We can gather people up and search for her in neighborhoods and in the woods."
I knew that as a mom I had to do as many things as I possibly could to try and find my daughter. I looked back at my house and then to the police officer again. "When can I get the plea on the news?" "I have already contacted them. They said that whenever you are ready you can go and get that out of the way." I nodded while hearing the police officer talk. I could hardly pay attention to him because all I wanted to do was find my child.
I walked inside looking for my husband. It took me a minute to find him, but when I walked into the kitchen I found him sitting at the table. He was reading the newspaper, and his facial expression was like he didn't care about anything at the moment. It was like he really wasn't here, and I couldn't blame him because I didn't feel like I was really here either. I feel like I should be the one missing, or dead, not my two year old daughter. An innocent child that has done nothing bad to anyone in the world could possibly be dead right now.
John looked up from his paper as his eyes met mine. I instantly started sobbing andJohn walked straight to me, wrapping his arms around me. "Kim, listen to me. We are going to find our daughter and everything is going to be okay. I promise." John said with a calm voice. Was his voice too calm? Did he have something to do with our daughter missing? I heard that when kids go missing their parents start to question each other, but was I right to even think about questioning John?
Tears were falling down my face as I walked back into the living room. I slipped shoes on and brushed my hair. "John, we need to go to the news station some time soon. I'm thinking we need to go now. The sooner we make the plea, the sooner Sherilyn will be found hopefully." Not to long after I had said that John walks into the living room and looks at me. "Then lets go now sweetheart."
We walked outside of the house, and John had locked the door behind us. I got into the passenger seat of our car and buckled my seatbelt. My heart was pounding. I felt like my heart was going to give out any minute. John got into the car and he began driving to the TV station. The whole way there I was thinking Can I just wake up from this nightmare. Where is my babygirl. It only took ten minutes to get to the station, but to me it seemed like it took an eternity. We were one step closer to finding our baby girl.